Mr. Popular is My Crush

someone like you

"That was so cool. Scarlett deserved some insult."

Hazel, from the past twenty minutes was repeating the same thing and reminding me how coach scolded Scarlett in front of everyone.

She was sent by coach Maria to inform us that our practicing time was over as the boys were about to practice in their court but when she got to know that I was also selected in the team, she lost it.

And she tasted her own medicine after that.

"But honestly, what the fuck?" Hazel slammed her palms on the table. "Is your dad crazy? No, sorry- shit. I mean how can your parents force you to take part in sports? I did it because I wanted to."

I sighed, playing with fork. "My parents, they want everything from me. I feel like I can't stand out enough on their requirements."

"Bitch please. You're a perfect daughter." Hazel said with an eye roll. I smiled softly at her, before pinching her cheeks.

"Aren't you my lil' cupcake who boosts me up? Mhm, Mhm?" I squished her cheeks and she slapped my hand away. 

"Ew fuck off. You pinch so hard." Hazel rubbed her cheeks cutely causing me to laugh.

"Congratulations Kate." I saw Tristan approaching us with a smile. "You made it to the basketball team, huh?"

I smiled politely at him, mumbling a thank you. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Hazel raising her eyebrow at me. She cleared her throat.

"Oh, hi, Hazel. Can I sit with you guys?" Tristan asked.

Hazel smiled sweetly at him before getting serious. "No."

Tristan's smile fell immediately. I hit Hazel under the table and she gave me a questioning look with a glare. Okay, the guys weren't allowed to sit with us because it was my and Hazel's time but she could've been a little bit nice with him. He was indeed the only boy in the whole high school who was actually nice with me.

"Yeah, whatever." Tristan rolled his eyes. Then he looked down at me.

"Feel free to ask for any kind of help with basketball." He winked at me.

"I'm also a basketball player, but okay." Said Hazel. Tristan just rolled his eyes at her.

"I tried to be nice with you a minute ago and your inner bitch jumped out."

Hazel, looking completely uninterested, gestured him to go away. And Tristan did so, but not before telling me to be alert as I was becoming the main target again.

He looked worried that students will start bullying me again but ahan, not gonna happen again bitches.

"I hate him. No joke."

"Dude, why? What did he do?" I questioned Hazel who was frowning at Tristan, who was walking away.

She threw me an irritated look. "I hate all the boys here. What's your point?"

But on a serious note, I never imagined how right Tristan could actually be. I indeed became a talk since I gave my trial and been selected. Girls who were passing by me earlier threw insults at me like,

"what makes you think you can play basketball?" "ugly bitch" "basketball team needs pretty faces" "she doesn't even have talent" "wasn't she a bully in junior year? I didn't know they take bullies in basketball team"

And I thought maybe maybe bullying stopped.

I slammed the girl against the lockers who threw the last insult at me. "Was a bully you bitch." I twisted her elbows hard and she winched in pain.